Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.